An uneasy wind with persistent wings

Declares me its prey and brings

deeper dread, deeper than fear

I’m afraid I might hear

My own apprehensions in the dizzy silence

I fear distress may resort to violence

If I am made to stay any longer

The trepidation will grow stronger

I must leave their company, the company of all

And hide away in my small

cozy, quiet self

And gaze at my shelf

Pick out another book, Dickens or why not Austen?

And excercising